Chapter 9
“Yeah, we could,” Lincoln said, deciding to go with noncommittal.
Sam had left the kitchen to stand at the windows in the dining room that overlooked the parking lot. He seemed suddenly pensive, and Lincoln figured the talk of anything beyond the weekend snowed in here likely made Sam uncomfortable.
He took his wineglass to where Sam stood and linked one arm around his friend’s waist, leaning against his back, and looking out at the snow.
“I’ve never seen this much snow here,” Sam remarked. “In California, I mean.”
“Yeah. Mostly I try to avoid it. Thought I was this time.”
“Come on, Linc. It’s January in the mountains.”
“I mean, like this. Ellen suggested October before it starts getting crazy, but it wasn’t feasible for everyone.” He kissed Sam’s ear. “Including you.”
“I’m definitely a busy guy.” Sam took a sip of wine, then smiled sardonically. “I gotta tell you, though, I’ll never make a snow bunny.”
“You’d make a pretty cute one.”